Quotes About Desire

believed in carnal love. To us, a book's words were holy, but the paper, cloth, cardboard, glue, thread, and ink that contained them were a mere vessel, and it was no sacrilege to treat them as wantonly as desire and pragmatism dictated. Hard use was a sign not of disrespect but of intimacy.

I get cross, then sad, and finally end up turning my heart inside out, and keep trying to find a way to become what I'd like to be and what I could be if....if only there were no other people in the world.

Then I fall asleep with a stupid feeling of wishing to be different from what I am or from what I want to be; perhaps to behave differently from the way I want to behave or do behave.

I long to ride a bike, dance, whistle, look at the world, feel young and know that I'm free, and yet I can't let it show.

I think spring is inside me. I feel spring awakening, I feel it in my entire body and soul. I have to force myself to act normally. I'm in a state of utter confusion, don't know what to read, what to write, what to do. I only know that I'm longing for something...

We just wanted to get out of there, to get away and reach our destination in safety. Nothing else mattered.

In bed at night, as I ponder my many sins and exaggerated shortcomings, I get so confused by the sheer amount of things I have to consider that I either laugh or cry, depending on my mood. Then I fall asleep with the strange feeling of wanting to be different than I am or being different than I want to be, or perhaps of behaving differently than I am or want to be.

My longing to talk to someone became so intense that somehow or other I took it into my head to choose Peter.

Ben zengin deÄŸilim, güzel deÄŸilim, ak?ll? deÄŸilim, zeki deÄŸilim, ama mutluyum ve mutlu olaca??m! Mutlu bir doÄŸaya sahibim, insanlar? seviyorum, ÅŸüpheci deÄŸilim ve kendimle birlikte herkesi mutlu görmeyi arzuluyorum.

Let me out, where there's fresh air and laughter! a voice within me cries.

One minute I'm longing for peace and quiet, and the next for a little fun. We've forgotten how to laugh.

I'm in a state of utter confusion, don't know what to read, what to write, what to do. I only know that I'm longing for something...

Mi-e team? de mine îns?mi, mi-e team? ca, în dorinÈ›a mea, s? nu m? d?ruiesc prea repede.

he escrito, sino porque me da la impresión de que más tarde ni a mí ni a ninguna otra persona le interesarán las confidencias de una colegiala de trece años. Pero eso en realidad da igual, tengo ganas de escribir y mucho más de desahogarme y sacarme de una vez unas cuantas espinas.

because jj when everybody starts hovering over me, I get cross, then sad, and finally end up turning my heart inside g out, the bad part on the outside and the good part on the inside, and keep trying to find a way to become what I'd like to be and what I could be if . . . if only there were no other people in the world. Yours, Anne M. Frank ANNE'S DIARY ENDS HERE.

But feelings can't be ignored, no matter how unjust or ungrateful they seem. I long to ride a bike, dance, whistle, look at the world, feel young and know that I'm free, and yet I can't let it show.

I can't keep that up...finally I twist my heart round again, so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside and keep trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be, and what I could be, if...there weren't any other people living in the world.

Then I fall asleep with a stupid feeling of wishing to be different from what I am or from what I want to be;

In bed at night, as I ponder my many sins and exaggerated shortcomings, I get so confused by the sheer amount of things I have to consider that I either laugh or cry, depending on my mod. Then I fall asleep with the strange feeling of wanting to be different than I am or being different than I want to be, or perhaps of behaving differently than I am or want to be.

Now I live only for Peter

Let me get away, away from everything, away from this world.

If only I had a girlfriend!

Fietsen, dansen, fluiten, de wereld in kijken, me jong voelen, weten dat ik vrij ben, daar snak ik naar en toch mag ik het niet laten zien, want denk er eens aan als we alle acht ons gingen beklagen of ontevreden gezichten zouden zetten, waar moet dat naartoe?

Yo, como tú, ansío tener un poco de aire y de libertad, pero creo que nos han dado compensación de sobra por estas carencias. Quiero decir, compensación por dentro.